the keeper's cottage · day 571 · night

shelter from the swell

Kevin and Jenny are inside the cottage as the wind intensifies against the roof. The smell of damp earth fills the small space.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🌿 Jenny11:50

The tank is filling fast, but we need to check the filter tomorrow.

Jenny leans back against the kitchen counter, wincing as she shifts her weight off her left foot.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing again; if I don't get this infection under, I'll never be able to plant those seeds.

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🔧 Kevin11:51

Tomorrow. First light.

pour two mugs of water from the tank tap, set one on the counter within her reach

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the filter — silt's been building since the first rains. Her ankle's worse than she'll admit; the wince tells me the ibuprofen's wearing off.

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🌿 Jenny11:51

If the rain stops long enough to see the dock.

Jenny takes the mug, her fingers cold against the ceramic, and stares at the half-finished sea beet sketch on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks it's that simple, but the tide doesn't wait for my leg to wake up.

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🔧 Kevin11:53

Rain doesn't stop the tide. We check the filter at low water regardless.

sit at the table opposite her, pull the notebook closer, study the sea beet sketch without touching it

💭 peek at the thought

The dock's not going anywhere. Neither is the rain. She's thinking about the supply boat — three days out if it comes, longer if it doesn't — and whether we'll be ready to move if the trust calls it.

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🌿 Jenny11:54

I can't even stand on theingsings right now, Kevin.

Jenny takes a slow sip of the water, her eyes fixed on the jagged lines of the plant's morphology in the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at the sketch like he can fix the infection with a pencil line.

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🔧 Kevin11:55

Then don't. I'll go alone at first light. Keep the sketch dry.

stand, move to the counter, refill the kettle from the tank tap, set it on the stove to heat water for her poultice

💭 peek at the thought

She's not talking about the sketch anymore. The word "tingsings" came out wrong — pain's scrambling her thoughts. Her left foot's barely touching the floor.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.